a cup of coffee
by Jim Benz
could it be another morning?
perhaps I’m dead
oh for the climate of dreams
found lacking, found
full of songbirds
full of meaningless
ennui or conflict, snarling
eggs be damned, give me coffee
Author's Note: published in Calliope Nerve
Posted on 05/21/2007
Copyright © 2020 Jim Benz
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 05/21/07 at 05:59 PM|
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/22/07 at 04:39 AM|
a special blend;
a lift above all lifts and certain to arouse the senses;
"Klaw", they so aptly called it in the primal days.
Give us Klaw.
A Benz-poem equivilant, ... yes!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/07 at 04:25 PM|
Lively and thought provoking read for this java addict. Well done Jim!
|Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 05/23/07 at 07:18 PM|
my favorite craving...can't start my day without it. hubby has it ready before i even get out of bed...it's that bad around here if i don't get it.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/24/07 at 12:17 PM|
Give me coffee or give me death! I'min total agreement- love everything about it- the smell, the noise it makes while perking...and of course, the taste. I really enjoyed this piece- thank you!
|Posted by Veronica Phoenics on 12/05/13 at 09:50 AM|
Read just as I'm having my morning cup of coffee, the urgency here well captured, somedays are better left to beautiful dreams.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/06/13 at 05:06 AM|
Congrats on POTD, Jim.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/06/13 at 11:29 AM|
Congratulations Jim. In my case it would be damn the eggs and bring on the tea.
|Posted by Steve Michaels on 12/06/13 at 03:55 PM|
"Snarling eggs be damned" YARRRRRRR! Gratz on POTD!!